MAILMAN He drives a van MAILMAN Its blue and white MAILMAN He works for the government MAILMAN He?s fucking corrupt [Chorus:] MAILMAN SPEEDING DOWN
This is such a bad place, that I don't Like these types of places you say But I'm sorry this is reality This ain't no goddamn fantasy world I live my
I'm highly insulted that you stabbed me in the back I put my trust in you and you went over my helmet Toying with my heart like a child playing in traffic
If good things come to those who wait, how much longer do I have? [repeat]
layer rhyme sayer, born to be player If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor Governator, Senator, I'm your mentor Rap rhythm is erratic, time is four, four
the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers
Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet The sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties, 'cause she liked round figures Everybody's a queen for
pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's "Oh shit I'm shot!" There was blood all over my finger I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the
The flava's the P Funk y'all get wit it, check it out Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid Since you're down with other shit let's see if
scared of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B singers At the other concert, on the other
Yeah, ha B.K. C.I. okay Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four And told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take
piranhas You tried to pull a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video You get addicted You can take your four fingers
You tried to pull a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video You get addicted You can take your four W fingers and stick
a ditty, ho But you the one who got the alternative rockers up in your video You get addicted You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10
a **** It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same **** finger is itchy it'll
iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make you dance ooowwww I stay
